Thanksgiving means it’s Bedlam Battle weekend

Wednesday

Nov 26, 2008 at 12:01 AM

The real high point to this last week of November is the much-fabled, often-dreamt-about and forever revered – Bedlam Battle, the game on which all the glory that is Oklahoma football rests upon the outcome.

Lori Marble

Yes. It is Thanksgiving week. And, sure, many of you will be braving the cold and dark at an incredibly early time Friday morning to shop, but did you know neither of these events are actually the highlight of the next several days?

No, gentle reader, the real high point to this last week of November is the much-fabled, often-dreamt-about and forever revered – Bedlam Battle, the game on which all the glory that is Oklahoma football rests upon the outcome.

OU might have just beat Texas Tech like a rented mule. They might have an impressive offense and powerhouse defensive. But none of that matters if they lose this weekend.

And that loss is what all us true Oklahoma State fans are banking on.

We’re the folks you see in the office with their OSU bumper stickers affixed to the outside of the day planner binders.

We’re the folks who only wear orange and black. We’re the folks who don’t know the words to our college song, but we know that we’re suppose to wave one arm over our heads when the band’s playing.

We’re OSU fans. And we believe in the power of T. Boone Pickens field and a football team, the likes of which hasn’t been seen since the late 1980s and early 1990s.

I recently called a girlfriend, who will remain nameless for this column, asking her if she and her family would like to come over to the Marble house of “OSU frenzy” and experience Bedlam on the big screen. She replied, “Bedlam … what’s that?”

We’re still friends, but I’m now certain we have a fair amount of educating before this weekend.

I don’t think she’s so much as interested in the game as she is interested in the promised crock pots full of chicken enchilada soup and potato soup. As devoted as I am to OSU and its football team, I’m equally committed to my crock pots and their ability to make my life easier.

Sister headed out to replenish my crock pot supply lately. I run through them, just simply wear them out. With the boys as big as they are, and still growing, I usually cook with two at one time.

We consider ourselves crock pot snobs, and we’re pleased when she came back with her purchases matching all my requirements for bells and whistles.

The only problem -- my lovely new crock pots are crimson colored. OSU is not the team that wears crimson.

It looks like I’ll be busy with my supply OSU alumni stickers before the big game.